The birds seem to think it’s Spring, even if I don’t.

When birds hatch out of their eggs, the adult birds fly off with the broken shells and drop them far away from the nest. This is so that predators on the ground (like cats) won’t know they have hatched. It is very common to find shells in the middle of an open field for this reason. My rhubarb plant isn’t quite an open field but I guess in Dublin it will have to do.

I have been busy but not quite so busy as to stop me from knitting.

I have reached the waist already and am gunning it for the hem. I should make good tracks on it because tonight is our first design class (yay!). I am very curious to see who will be there and what ideas, yarn and intentions they bring with them. Have a good Wednesday!

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